Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that has latched itself onto your face and is laying an embryo in your stomach.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A lock of Vladimir Lenin's Hair, with certificate of authenticity
A Stapler, Red
A pack of paper joss-cigarettes that have been burned as an offering to the ancestors
A purring cat
A Ticket Outta This Joint
A map of the LGBTQIA+ community
An intricately detailed plastic model of Godzilla packaged with an unnervingly detailed Tokyo Tower
A succulent Chinese meal
A boarding pass for an American Airlines flight from 1996
A 24kt Gold Ingot

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